Cinnamon Spice

So, the other weekend, just a little while back, the boy and I were making breakfast. This is our standard Saturday thing. While Momma gets a few more winks, we go downstairs, put on a kettle of water for tea, crack some eggs to mix with milk, and dip some bread to make french toast. I do the dipping, and between each piece, the boy adds the cinnamon, which he only called spice.

Then, this one weekend, I said, "Cinnamon Spicccce." And, the boy, he repeats it. And loves it.

It becomes a catch phrase for a couple days. The second "s" of spice rolling out long and joyous behind the quick collection of syllables in cinnamon.

And then, like other words that have been collected like loose stones, admired for a while, then stored, he tucked them away in his head to make room for new, more amazing words.

But, to prove that he can say the words, he obliged me to say them on camera.